Redfish Hunter
Gone Fishing
When we started out this morning I had zero desire to even attempt breakfast at the hotel. I had seen a nearby steakhouse that advertised a breakfast and we gave that a shot. It started off a little shaky but ended up being well worth it. A good breakfast can go a long way. During the meal I surprised both of my co-riders with a count of days gone. It did not seem to have been a whole week to them. We were all struggling to process the many things we had seen. Our minds were overloaded with the incredible scenery and our accomplishments.
We pointed our noses East and began our Journey Home.
Hwy 98 between Page and Hwy 160 is a road I never read or hear anything about. Yet it is a beautiful road with lots of scenery and some very nice curves. The problem is that it is bookended with some spectacular places and gets overlooked. In any other place Hwy 98 would rank very highly as a motorcycle road.
Things like this:
Zoomed:
Hwy 98 has some different colors to offer. I was enjoying my little joke with David and kept repeating at the perfect time, "Aww, that's nothing. You see one red rock you've seen 'em all." The contrasting colors of this area were quite pleasant.
Things stay good after you turn NW on Hwy 160. I considered a visit to Navajo National Monument but figured that David was tired of walking. Mostly because at supper the previous evening he had said, "I am DONE walking"...
Once east of Kayenta though, there is not much to hold your attention. A couple of interesting rock formations on the South side of the hwy, then just dry, red sand and rock.
I was fascinated that everywhere we went there were fences. These fences ran alongside pretty much every stretch of open (non-mountain) highway we traveled. They were the most determined and industrious fence building folks I have ever heard of. I cannot imagine the land being worth what the fence cost in some cases. And they will keep it straight as an arrow over whatever obstacle arises. I could not understand the motivation for this. What really got me was that it would be stretched over solid rock. If any of you have ever driven a T-post into the ground, these pics are for you.
The speed run across Arizona had sapped the energy from all of us. We played it safe in Cortez CO and opted for the Chinese Buffet at the Hunan we had eaten at before. I was amazed at the quality and taste of the Chinese food in this out of the way place. Our time in the AC was much appreciated as well.
We pointed our noses east on Hwy 160, headed for Durango...
We pointed our noses East and began our Journey Home.
Hwy 98 between Page and Hwy 160 is a road I never read or hear anything about. Yet it is a beautiful road with lots of scenery and some very nice curves. The problem is that it is bookended with some spectacular places and gets overlooked. In any other place Hwy 98 would rank very highly as a motorcycle road.
Things like this:
Zoomed:
Hwy 98 has some different colors to offer. I was enjoying my little joke with David and kept repeating at the perfect time, "Aww, that's nothing. You see one red rock you've seen 'em all." The contrasting colors of this area were quite pleasant.
Things stay good after you turn NW on Hwy 160. I considered a visit to Navajo National Monument but figured that David was tired of walking. Mostly because at supper the previous evening he had said, "I am DONE walking"...
Once east of Kayenta though, there is not much to hold your attention. A couple of interesting rock formations on the South side of the hwy, then just dry, red sand and rock.
I was fascinated that everywhere we went there were fences. These fences ran alongside pretty much every stretch of open (non-mountain) highway we traveled. They were the most determined and industrious fence building folks I have ever heard of. I cannot imagine the land being worth what the fence cost in some cases. And they will keep it straight as an arrow over whatever obstacle arises. I could not understand the motivation for this. What really got me was that it would be stretched over solid rock. If any of you have ever driven a T-post into the ground, these pics are for you.
The speed run across Arizona had sapped the energy from all of us. We played it safe in Cortez CO and opted for the Chinese Buffet at the Hunan we had eaten at before. I was amazed at the quality and taste of the Chinese food in this out of the way place. Our time in the AC was much appreciated as well.
We pointed our noses east on Hwy 160, headed for Durango...